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[[decorative blue border]] Class Prophecy "Causa Salutis" It is the year 1940. As I sit in an easy chair this beautiful June afternoon, enjoying the exhilarating atmosphere, and watch Zephyr sport with the boughs of yon trees, a through strikes me. It is the thought of the happy and unforgettable years spent with my comrades and classmates in the days of yore. I muse and meditate and thus my mind lapses into unconsciousness. In this state I find myself in a packet-boat ploughing my way across the broad waters of the Atlantic and the deep blue sea of the Mediterranean, and finally disembark in Greece. At once i direct my footsteps to the famous temple of Delphi where dwells the revered Apollo, famed for his oracles. I see before me a beautiful colannaded building of Doric structure rising in the middle of an enclosure. Over the door of the temple is carved this proverb: "Know thyself." Making the necessary votive offering I am led within. The Delphian oracle hails me and demands of me my business. I am unable to respond, since I am caught within the meshes of sweet Doric and Lydic airs, and before I am ale to overcome completely the spell, the oracle bids me fix my gaze. A large crystal stands before me, it revolves slowly, and the first sight that meets my eyes reveals the city of Buffalo, New York. Here, among the populace dwells our class president, Dr. G. R. Browne. He is famed throughout the city for his diagnostic and curative ability, numbers among his clientele the elite and is noted or his philantrophy. Newark, N.J., next engages my attention. In this city resides Dr. Minturn Thompson, who has a large practice. The doctor still worships ardently at the shrine of Venus, and attends with savage persistence the Bacchanalian festivals. The crystal ball turns slowly and here is mighty Gotham, where dwell men from all corners of the globe. The oracle raises his finger and points out Dr. and Mrs. W. A. Winter as they emerge from the hotel Grand on Seventh avenue. The doctor is immaculately attired in evening dress, and boards his new Rolles-Royce driven by his liveried chauffeur. He is master of a large fortune. Then Dr. Rupert Sancho, obstetrician; Dr. Holt, pediatrician; Dr. George Adams, internist; Dr. Hogans, a great man on the abdomen; Dr. Howard, bran specialist, Dr. E.S. Jones, heart specialist, are pointed out to me. A river looms up and spanning it is a bridge, across the bridge is the great borough of Brooklyn, N.Y. Dr. M.O. Jones, famous surgeon, and Dr. A.J. Sayers, general practitioner, dwell here. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[decorative blue border]] New Rochelle, N.Y., is next. Dr. Gunthorpe is the medical power in this town and he is noted for his zeal and enthusiasm in the practice of his nobel art. Here also is Dr. Alfred Blanchet, who is still struggling. The oracle then points to a sign. Behold the city of Philadelphia, and the names of Dr. Foster Brown and Dr. E.B. Georges. These two own a hospital, and since their presence, the city boasts a lower death rate. Dr. Russell Fabeau Minton also dwells in this great city. He is considered a leader of the Philadelphia practitioners and is chief of Mercy Hospital. The scenes continue to change and my eyes follow them. Here is Wilmington, Delaware, with the figure of Dr. Leon Anderson. The doctor dominates the medical side of the city by his great skill in the field of lung diseases. Dr. Anderson's name eclipses that of Fishberg, and Andy maintains only too well his ability to hold on to that lung. I can see Baltimore, Md., in the distance, and soon the figures of Dr. Charles Theodosius Woodland, Dr. Carson Johnson, Dr. Clarence Smith, Dr. Ashley Thomas, Dr. George Parker, and Dr. William Mormon appear. Dr. Woodland is the surgeon-in-chief of Provident Hospital in this city. Dr. Smith is a noted consultant, and Drs. Mormon and Thomas, heart specialists. Mormon now stands so firmly, and hugs mother earth so tightly, that no amount of opposition will force him up his favorite tree. Behold Washington the mecca of intellectuals! Behold Dr. John Baldwin West, distinguished surgeon who holds the chair of surgery at his Alma Mater. Behold Dr. Montague Cobb, head of the department of Anatomy, who expounds before his attentive pupils the ideas of Hippocrates, Galen, Versalius, Mendel, and DeVries. Listen to the earned discourses of Dr. Charles Kelly on "Cardiac Mechanics." The Alma Mater cannot part company with these distinguished men. Here also we find Dr. James Porter and Dr. Jocelyn Johnson-Mitchell, lesser lights, but quite important in keeping down the death rate in the city. Dr. Johnson-Mitchell is very active in women's clinics. Dr. Porter is arranging to take with him a bevy of beauties when he leaves these earthly shores, lest he finds them too few in number on the opposite bank of the Styx. In a square on the northwestern part of the city stands the residence of Dr. George Stanley Martin, distinguished consultant on neurological diseases. Steadily rotates the crystal on its golden axis, and now Suffolk and Ettriks, Va., are in full view. Here are the strongholds of Dr. Ted Gandy and Dr. Ernest Downing, respectively - the czars of the profession. These two men rule here so absolutely that no one dares question their diagnosis. Here in Norfolk with Dr. Wendell Phillips Collette on his medical throne. Like his famous predecessor of that name, the doctor is well known for his great civic interest. Cambria is next. This town presents Dr. Edgar Long, who owns one-half of the town. Hail to Detroit, Michigan, the stronghold of the Fords, and hail to Dr. Hebert McShann, Dr. H. Alfonso Haskell, and Dr. Robert W. Mance.
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